A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter. I really appreciate all the wonderful reviews, and the flames. Keep the ideas coming, I want to write another harry/hermione story when I am done with this one but I may need some help figuring out what the contents should be. Please give me ideas of what you have always wished for in a harry/hermione story and I will try and fulfill it. Anyways I have said enough so without further ado here is your third and final chapter.

Harry stormed out of the common room with such rage that he practically tore the fat lady off the wall. He walked down the empty corridor, the fat lady yelling angrily after him. Harry couldn't take the time to hear her complaints. He was too busy coming up with the worst possible scenarios for Malfoy in his mind. In fact he rather liked the one involving a candle, a ball of gillyweed, and the giant squid.

After an hour of searching the castle Harry's rage had doubled. As he rounded a corner he remembered that he had brought the Marauder's map along. He quickly pulled it out along with his wand and tapped the yellowish, aged paper.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He said rather quickly.

As the brown ink began to appear on the paper Harry noticed that the footprints of Vincent Crabbe were headed towards him. He quickly ducked into an abandoned classroom to his right, cursing himself for not bringing his invisibility cloak in the midst of his anger. He realized that he couldn't see a thing in the dark, damp classroom.

Holding up his wand he whispered, " Lumos Maxima." The room was instantly flooded in a golden glow emitting itself from the tip of Harry's wand. The room seemed to have a stale, dirty feel to it. The air was heavy and humid, though Harry couldn't have cared less. He instantly turned back to the map.

The footprints of Crabbe seemed to have passed him and were heading down to the dungeons. Harry quickly searched the map for more footprints. Dumbledore was pacing around his office in a tight circle, Hagrid was just heading out of the great hall, and there he was!

Down in what appeared to be an empty classroom in the dungeons. Immediately Harry exited the classroom and began descending the staircases to the dungeons. With each step he took the temperature dropped slightly, however Harry was so wound up about punching Malfoy in the face that he began shedding his many layers of clothing.

He finally reached the corridor that the map had declared held the empty classroom. He began to walk as fast as he could down the corridor, each step he took felt like he was moving slower and slower. Finally reaching the door he flung it open to find Malfoy fluffing a pillow on a gigantic king sized four-poster bed. Malfoy quickly whirled around dropping the over-stuffed pillow. His eyes where wide, but they quickly turned into little slits when he realized that it wasn't a teacher.

"Potter," Malfoy jeered giving Harry a toothy smile. "You've come to watch the show I presume?" he continued with a sly and smooth tone.

"What the hell are you talking about Malfoy?" Harry replied, anger coursing into every syllable he spoke.

"The show Potter. I'm going to take that little mudblood's virginity right here." He said as he picked up the fallen pillow and placed it neatly on the bedspread. "That Granger girl has been asking for it the moment she came to this godforsaken school. It wasn't until this year, however, that she decided to grow some breasts and actually become fairly descent on the eyes. So who better to give her what she wants than yours truly? Tonight I'm going to make her a woman and there's nothing anyone can do about it." he declared with a greasy laugh.

Harry was shaking with rage when Malfoy finished. "You are going to pay." Harry whispered as he dug into his pocket for his wand.

Harry's eyes suddenly went wide as he realized that he didn't have his wand. He had left it in his cloak pocket, which he had so ignorantly shed on his way down to the dungeons. He quickly recovered however, when he realized that he didn't need a wand to beat the crap out of Draco Malfoy.

Once Malfoy had finished laughing he grabbed his wand from the bedside table and quickly shot a binding spell at Harry. Harry ducked out of the spells path just in time as it went crashing into a picture of two naked women on the wall, most likely conjured by Malfoy for encouragement.

Before Malfoy could take the time to think of another spell to shout Harry quickly got up and ran straight at Malfoy. He tackled him to the ground, knocking Malfoys wand out of his hand and clear across the room. Harry began punching the crap out of Malfoy as he screamed in pain. As soon as Harry was satisfied with Malfoys unrecognizably bloody face, he got off of him.

"Don't you ever touch Hermione ever again you sick bastard!" he shouted at Malfoy, who wined in reply.

As he exited the room Harry made sure to take Malfoy's wand along with him, just in case the bloodied up toad found the strength to come after him. Once outside of the classroom Harry pulled out the marauder's map and scanned it. No one was coming yet but he knew that they would soon figure out what had happened from the painting on the walls. He folded it back up and began walking back to his own common room.

On his way up the staircases he made sure to recover all of his discarded clothing. Finally reaching the picture of the fat lady, he whispered the password and walked inside as she continued to whisper complaints to him as if she were his mother.

"Sounds just like Hermione." He thought to himself. Then he realized that she was just a small staircase away from him. He could go in and…"no." he thought again. Ill leave her to sleep.

As he started towards his own staircase the door at the top of the girl's opened. He turned around to see who had caught him up so late to find Hermione staring down at him in her silk nightgown.

"Harry?" she said hoarsely.

"Hey there." He whispered back.

She slowly descended the steps as Harry walked across the common room to meet her at the bottom. They both paused for a moment at the bottom of the steps. Harry's mind was suddenly clear of everything he had just done, as he stared down at her.

Hermione slowly slid her arms around his neck and gently rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. Harry complied and let his rough hands slide around her tiny waist, relishing in the feeling of the cool smooth satin on his throbbing hands.

He kissed the top of her head, "Don't worry Hermione, he wont hurt you again." He gently whispered in her ear. He could feel her relax in his arms as he said this and he smiled to himself.

"Hermione?" He asked as his heart began to pound again.

"Yes Harry." She said pulling away slightly so that they could see each other.

"I Love you." He said softly.

Hermione just stared into his deep green eyes, searching them; she saw compassion and sincerity swimming through those gorgeous green eyes. She leaned up and closed the gap between them, kissing him with the softest, most meaningful kiss Harry had ever received in his entire life.

As they pulled apart Hermione looked at him and gently replied, "I know."

A smile spread across her face as she leaned in again for another kiss, answering his question with a quiet reply, "I love you too."